Directed by James Burrows Five decades of stories from the legendary director of Taxi, Cheers, Frasier, Friends, Will & Grace, and more

James Burrows, 1940-

Book - 2022

"From the director of The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Taxi, Cheers, Frasier, Friends, and Will & Grace comes an insightful and nostalgic memoir that offers a bounty of behind-the-scenes moments from our favorite shows, peeling away the layers behind how a successful sitcom comes together--and stays that way. In Directed by James Burrows, the legendary talent not only provides backstories into the genesis and casting of the dozens of great sitcoms he directed, Burrows also offers insight into how these memorable shows are created, how they get on the air, and how the cast and crew continue to develop and grow each season, all coupled with tales of his challenges, career victories, and defeats, as well as advice for those who aspire to di...rect. All this from the man who helped launch the careers of Ted Danson, Kelsey Grammer, Woody Harrelson, Jennifer Aniston, Debra Messing, and Melissa McCarthy. Readers will discover the childhood and young adult influences and experiences that inspired Burrows, including, first and foremost, his father, legendary playwright and Broadway director Abe Burrows. Directed by James Burrows explores Burrows's journey in theater and television, including his first gigs in "the family business" in the late 1960s, his start working on Broadway and regional theater, directing, stage managing, and building sets. Hoping that his theatrical experience could be transferable to TV directing, he applied for a job with The Mary Tyler Moore Show. From there, he became a sought-after television director. His major break came with Taxi, for which he directed more than half of the series. Forming a partnership with writers/producers Glen and Les Charles, he then co-created the mega-hit Cheers, directing most of its episodes. Burrows went on to direct the pilots and multiple episodes of Frasier, Friends, Mike & Molly, The Big Bang Theory, and Two and a Half Men, plus all 246 episodes of Will & Grace and episodes of more than a hundred other shows. A heart-and-soul master class in sitcom, Directed by James Burrows reveals what it truly takes to get a laugh"--

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New York : Ballantine Books [2022]
Main Author
James Burrows, 1940- (author)
Other Authors
Eddy Friedfeld (author)
First edition
Physical Description
xi, 352 pages, 24 unnumbered pages of plates : illustrations (some color) ; 25 cm
  • Growing up
  • Abe
  • My early adventures in theater and television
  • The Mary Tyler Moore show
  • Taxi
  • Screwball and romantic comedy
  • Cheers, part 1
  • Cheers, part 2
  • Frasier
  • Friends
  • Mike & Molly & Chuck
  • Behind the scenes, more favorite people, and near misses
  • Will & Grace
  • Epilogue: Die with your boots on.
Review by Booklist Review

If the title doesn't have you practically salivating, then perhaps you need to brush up on your contemporary television history. Burrows, the son of Tony-winning theater director Abe Burrows, is indeed legendary; for decades, he's been the go-to director for people who want their sitcom pilot to get turned into a series. He's been involved in some of the most popular sitcoms in television history--and not just the ones listed in the subtitle. He directed every episode of the groundbreaking Will & Grace, all 246 of them. In this absolutely essential book, he takes us through his career, from his early days (he started on The Mary Tyler Moore Show) right up to the present day. There's plenty of behind-the-scenes stuff, and Burrows writes about dozens of TV stars (Ted Danson, Jennifer Aniston, and Debra Messing, among them), but if you're looking for dirt, dig for it elsewhere. This is very much a celebratory book, an award-winning director looking back not only on his own career but also on his friendships with his colleagues and the things he learned from them. A wonderful book about the world of television, easily as valuable as Levinson and Link's Stay Tuned (1981) and Bill Carter's Desperate Networks (2006).

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

In this dazzling tell-all, director Burrows takes readers on a rollicking tour through the hardworking world of sitcoms, "the best, most enduring, and most resilient form of comedy." The son of Broadway director Abe Burrows, James tumbled onto the sitcom scene in his 30s in the 1970s, where he created stories that would become the pulsating plot of the next 50 years of his life. Offering a lively jaunt behind the scenes of his oeuvre, he unpacks the brilliance of Frasier, whose protagonist "loved fully, wholly, deeply"; reveals that Cheers was originally pitched as "a light-beer commercial" ("The network loved it"); and recounts producer Chuck Lorre's astonishment upon being surprised by Bruce Springsteen backstage at Mike & Molly ("It was the only time I'd ever seen him speechless"). He's also frank about his missteps, including his decision to leave Friends after the second season: "One of my few regrets in my career is that I didn't stay with those six kids." Fans will relish the intricate breakdowns of movements, lines, and characters ("The center is the least crazy person in the room"), as much as they will Burrows's infectious passion for his craft: "Where in other workplaces familiarity may breed contempt, our familiarity bred even more affection." This delivers on all counts. (June)

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Review by Library Journal Review

After five decades directing classic sitcoms, Burrows is uniquely qualified to write both a love letter to the art of TV comedy and a how-to guide for aspiring writers, directors, and actors. Burrows movingly reflects on a childhood immersed in the theater of his father, legendary playwright and director Abe Burrows, who instilled the importance of hard work and passion for entertainment in his young son. Burrows turned to television as a way to separate himself from his father's shadow, cutting his teeth on The Mary Tyler Moore Show and The Bob Newhart Show in the 1970s. He then moved on to direct Taxi, co-create Cheers, develop Frasier, and direct every episode (including the reboot) of Will & Grace, among many others. Burrows provides entertaining behind-the-scenes stories and explains his belief in the importance of harmony among cast members, his favorite set designs (varying levels and pillars), and his recognition of the importance of utilizing his platform to promote understanding and empathy. Infused with classic scenes and memorable lines from his many shows, Burrows' writing is funny, self-effacing, and nostalgic. VERDICT Burrows's insights will delight fans and inspire ambitious artists.--Lisa Henry

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Growing Up If it's a girl, Phoebe; if it's a boy, Phoebo. Friends James Edward Burrows was born in Los Angeles on December 30, 1940, but for as long as I can remember, I was Jimmy. I'm not sure where the James came from, but the Edward was after Ed Gardner, the star of the radio program Duffy's Tavern and the best friend and mentor of my father, Abe. When I was five, we moved from Los Angeles back to New York City, which is where my childhood really began. We lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on 229 West 78th Street, between Amsterdam and Broadway, in a three-­bedroom apartment. It was here that my lifelong romance with sports began. On my bedroom wall I had taped up the cover of the first issue of Sports Illustrated, featuring Milwaukee Braves catcher Eddie Mathews and a picture of Dick Kazmaier, Princeton's magnificent triple-­threat tailback. I was a big New York Yankees fan. I loved Mickey Mantle, Hank Bauer, Elston Howard, Yogi Berra, Phil Rizzuto, and Roger Maris. I saw Mantle hit home runs from both sides of the plate. I went to Ebbets Field for a World Series game. I watched Duke Snider play for the Brooklyn Dodgers. My grandmother, Sarah, who spoke English with a Russian accent, lived nearby on 102nd and Broadway, on her own. She would come visit us often, a sweet and supportive fixture as we were growing up. My sister, Laurie, also possessed this same kindness, always looking to help others. We were culturally Jewish but not very religious. Both my parents were agnostic atheists. My father was bar mitzvahed. My mom's parents were Russian Jews, but religion was never an important part of their lives. They flirted in the 1930s with the whole communist movement, which was its own religion at the time, or at least a viable substitute for a conventional one. Both my parents spoke a little Yiddish. The expressions permeated and stuck with me. I heard pisk (mouth), machatunim (in-­laws), punim (face), and mishpucha (family). One word always struck me as weird-­sounding: fakeft, which means "beholden to." I remember my father using it about one person who wanted to do a favor for him. He said, "No, I don't want to be fakeft to him." It's a good word. When I was twelve years old, I was asked if I wanted to have a bar mitzvah. I think if you give most Jewish boys at any point in our five-­thousand-­year history the choice of whether they want to put all the work into getting bar mitzvahed at that age, they'd probably decline. Which is what I did. But that's not where that story ends. My first wife was conservative, and at her urging I got on the "Shul-­bus" and agreed to be bar mitzvahed when I was forty-­seven years old. The Charles Brothers said that I was the only man they knew who was bar mitzvahed at forty-­seven and lost his hair at thirteen. What I do remember doing when I was thirteen was seeing movies. Fifty cents got you a ticket to a double feature and a newsreel. Before the Beacon Theater on Broadway and 74th Street became a live-­performance venue, it was a movie house. I went to see a double feature of Bwana Devil, with Robert Stack, Barbara Britton, and Nigel Bruce (Dr. Watson to Basil Rathbone's Sherlock Holmes), and House of Wax, with Vincent Price. His muscular assistant, Igor, was played by Charles Bronson, in one of his first roles--­he was still using his real name, Charles Buchinsky. It was the first color 3D feature film from a major American studio, complete with stereophonic sound. The glasses were a novelty. The wax-­covered bodies scared the hell out of me. I started playing golf at sixteen. I would ride the subway to play public courses throughout the city. I was self-­taught and loved the game. Over the years, my swing has gotten good but not as consistent as I aspired to. Occasionally I hit the ball square. There's the old joke about the gorilla who hits the ball four hundred yards and then goes to putt and hits the ball another four hundred yards. Sadly, my golf game bears too close a resemblance to that joke. (These days, I like to play with my friend Al Michaels. He'll often bring along two younger guys for a foursome. After they see me hit a couple of drives, they'll ask me how old I am. When I tell them, their response is usually "No way!," which always makes me smile.) Growing up, I had a set of Lionel electric trains and a reel-­to-­reel tape recorder. I recorded all the groups that were ushering in the new form of music on the radio, rock and roll, including Bill Haley and His Comets, the occasional Elvis Presley. I fell in love with the rhythm-­and-­blues and rock groups: Danny and the Juniors, the Cleftones, the Drifters, Little Anthony and the Imperials, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, and all the doo-­wop singers. Groups of guys would cluster at every street corner and sing harmony. Wonderful sounds emanated from those corners, because the music we were singing--­all within four chords--­was accessible to us. Music became a crucial part of my life, especially because of its inextricable connection to comedy. I was a reticent kid. Quiet in school, often playing stickball with a small circle of friends. On a good day, I could hit the ball for "two sewers," the length of half a block. We also played stoopball and pitched pennies. I played basketball and baseball in Central Park. I drank vanilla egg creams (milk, vanilla syrup, and seltzer), ate penny candies, the dots on the white paper, and Borden's vanilla ice cream. My mother, Ruth Levinson, was the first person who instilled within me a sense of social awareness, politics, and social conscience. Every year, she had my sister, Laurie, and me march in the May Day parade downtown, which celebrated labor groups and trade unions. She was very left wing and did a lot of social work, including at the Hudson Guild, which helped the poor, and at the West Side Tenants Union. In 1951, she went across the street from our apartment building to Harvey's Coffee Shop and put enough nickels into the pay phone to reach the White House, begging for clemency and a pardon for Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, who were tried and convicted for espionage. She came back and told us that she made the call to endorse her feelings but didn't want to do it from home, because she didn't want her children to be unfairly tarnished by her beliefs. My dad, Abe Burrows, was the legendary writer, playwright, director, and producer. Born Abram Solman Borowitz, he grew up in Brooklyn, went to New Utrecht High School and then New York University. He first worked as a Wall Street runner, then as an accountant. In 1938, as Abram S. Burrows, he started writing jokes for nightclubs and radio broadcasts. Abe never aspired to be a writer. The only professional aspiration came from my grandmother, who wanted to be a doctor's mother. Abe once wrote, "The only reason I started to write is that the Depression was on. I was out of work, and I found out that there were many comedians who needed jokes as much as I needed money." While they were good parents, my mom and dad's marriage was far from storybook. I remember being eight years old, sitting on a fence at Floyd Bennett Field, right after my father flew back to Los Angeles to live and work. My mother told me that they were divorcing. "Mothers and fathers stop loving each other but never stop loving little children," she said. I knew that things between my parents weren't perfect, but there was rarely any yelling or screaming. Neither my sister nor I saw this coming. As I sat on that fence, I thought about how they were separating but wasn't quite able to figure out why. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I didn't know many kids whose parents weren't together. That said, my parents did a good job raising us, even after the breakup. They were always attentive to Laurie and me and were cordial to each other as we shuttled back and forth between them. The lack of confrontation and communication was a shock for me that took a long time to get over. Beginning in my thirties, I spent more than two decades in weekly therapy sessions and eventually learned that I struggled with the divorce because I didn't understand the animosity between my father and mother. Their parting came as a complete surprise to me because they never fought openly. On the positive side, those events also contributed at least partially to my success as a director. Because I didn't have that stability growing up, I've tried hard to provide stability with family, friends, and colleagues. My hypersensitivity made me a good read of people and talent, quicker to sense and manage tension on a set, a good listener, able to get people to work together constructively, and a facilitator of constructive and creative communication. Excerpted from Directed by James Burrows: Five Decades of Stories from the Legendary Director of Taxi, Cheers, Frasier, Friends, Will and Grace, and More by James Burrows All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.